this is the last post you’ll ever read about these things. i swear. i think.

 

so, yeah…i’ve said this before but donuts (and by donuts i mean real donuts) are pretty hard to find in europe.  i’ve seen a few dunkin donuts franchises pop up here and there (some in berlin….a few i’ve found in spain…i’m sure they can be found in several other big cities as well), but if you’re a sugar-addicted american, this whole donut-famine-thing can be quite the inconvenience.

cue krapfen season.  you’ve heard me talk about this before – like less than a week ago (i’m sorry).  krapfen season is when the bakeries here in bavaria fill their little shops with germany’s version of the donut, which can be seen above.  krapfen are almost as good as american donuts, which probably means they are healthier.  now that may is coming to a close, krapfen season is long gone, but that doesn’t mean i don’t think about it all the time. 

sigh.

i’ve said before that when i was little, any time i got sick, my mom would cheer me up with a donut (what american obesity epidemic?  huh?  michelle obama does this, too, i swear.  just ask malia).  when i told my friend jenny that, she thought i was kidding (if it makes you feel any better, i always chose the glazed kind….less calories/sugar…maybe?  sounds about right).

and then once in college, when i was living with my best friend kaitlyn, we had a mutual craving for donuts (other mutual cravings consisted of chick-fil-a waffle fries with honey mustard, pad thai, anything nutella-related and our friend sarah’s toffee, which we dubbed ‘crack toffee’ after eating a whole batch and subsequently experiencing toffee-related night sweats, painful withdraws and/or canker sores all over our mouths). but back to that mutual craving….yeah, we wanted donuts.  so we drove to albertson’s (where all the cheap donuts can be found) and i grabbed a glazed and a pink strawberry frosted (my 2nd favorite).  i remember wondering if i should refrain from buying two – too much sugar?  then i glanced over at kaitlyn, who had 8 donuts in her bag.  i stuck with 2, then maybe grabbed a 3rd.

when kayla visited me last weekend, we talked about donuts (we’re the kind of americans with a lot of depth and cultural appreciation, if you couldn’t tell).  i said, “donuts used to make me feel so much better when i was little….if i was sick or had had a bad day”.  {i guess back then, having a bad day consisted of finding out the after-school-episode of saved by the bell was a re-run and everyone knows that’s only okay if said rerun is the episode in which jessie overdoses on “study pills”.}  moving onward…i told kayla that donuts used to help me out a lot in life.  she told me that, at the age of 23, she still finds that same formula to be true.  then she went on to say, “i just got really sad because i realized i will never be on oprah.  i’m gonna have to settle for tyra.”  but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post in and of itself, isn’t it?

i bet you can’t wait for that blog post.

i, on the other hand, can’t believe i just spent all that time talking about donuts.

bye.